The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 1058

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Chapter 1058

“Father…?”

Martha stared at Denier with eyes as vacant as a dead fish’s, her grip loosening until the sword slipped from her fingers. She couldn’t believe what she was witnessing.

“Father, why would you…King Lecross…?”
“An interruption.”

Denier Zigheart didn’t spare Martha a glance as he turned, his brow furrowing with displeasure. He twisted his wrist, the blade in his hand poised to finish King Lecross with absolute certainty.

“Stop!”

Raon abandoned his assault on the White Blood Cult Master and planted his feet firmly, channeling his power to tear through space itself. He drew Frost Chain toward Denier’s neck, aiming to sever him before he could cleave through King Lecross’s torso.

Whoooosh!

Denier hurled King Lecross aside and slipped past Frost Chain with effortless grace, as if he’d anticipated the strike.

‘He dodged that?’

I bit my lip, watching Denier evade my blade with such ease.

‘That’s beyond what a Grand Master should be capable of.’

The Sword Realm was still active, which meant Denier, despite his Grand Master rank, shouldn’t even be able to perceive my attacks clearly—yet he’d deflected my assault as though it were nothing.

“That one is mine. But this one…”

Denier retreated to his right, moving behind the dazed Martha with spectral silence, yet his speed rivaled even Heavenly Footstep.

“I’ll be taking her with me.”

He seized the neck of the foster daughter he’d brought and raised himself, handling her like an object.

“Martha!”

I caught King Lecross as he plummeted to the ground with my left arm, grinding my teeth so hard they creaked audibly.

“Ah, Father, why would you….”

Martha’s eyes welled with tears as she felt the icy weight of Denier’s gaze—the gaze of a man who held her very leash.

“….”

Denier offered no response, instead using his blood energy to paralyze Martha’s entire body, rendering her immobile.

“If you so much as touch Martha in that state….”

I pointed the Heavenly Sword—now returned to its original form as the Divine Demon Harmony dissipated—directly at Denier’s heart.

“I will inflict upon you suffering that even death cannot grant you respite from.”

I glared at him, unleashing a fury I had not even fully spent upon the White Blood Cult Master.

“….”

Denier accepted my wrath with cold indifference, tightening his grip on Martha’s throat.

“Ugh….”

Martha released a pained breath. The anguish of betrayal by Denier cut deeper than the agony of his hand around her neck.

-Unbelievable.

Wrath furrowed his brow in disbelief.

-That black-hearted bastard has been concealing his power all this time!

He let out a hollow laugh, calling it a strength even he hadn’t fully grasped.

‘That’s right. Denier was a Transcendent….’

I nodded heavily, the weight of realization settling upon me.

‘And at a level comparable to my own.’

How is something like that even possible?

No matter how similar their realms were, deceiving Glen Zigheart and Wrath was impossible. Denier clearly possessed a special ability to conceal his power.

‘It wasn’t strange that I missed Denier’s movements.’

I had never fully trusted Denier, so I kept my senses spread outward, wary that he might stab me in the back.

Denier seemed to sense this. The moment my concentration shifted toward the White Blood Cult Master, he unleashed the power he’d been concealing and drove his blade straight into King Lecross’s back in one fluid motion. He was a cunning man with a cold, ruthless heart.

—Damn it! Save the Charm Girl quickly!

Wrath flailed his hands frantically, insisting that Martha was in danger.

‘I want to unleash my fury on Denier too…’

But now isn’t the time for that.

I kept my gaze fixed on Denier while checking King Lecross’s condition with my left hand.

‘He’s still alive.’

A blade and blood energy were lodged in his left chest where his heart lay, but King Lecross’s breathing hadn’t stopped yet.

Uuuuuuuung!

I immediately invoked the sacred power blooming from darkness to heal King Lecross’s wound.

‘But he’s still alive despite the sneak attack from behind… hm?’

I narrowed my eyes, staring at the dagger lying beneath King Lecross’s feet. The residual aura still clinging to it suggested this blade had interfered with Denier’s ambush.

“It was… just a moment’s difference.”

Valdemar’s forceful voice rang out from behind. It seemed he had thrown this dagger, slightly deflecting Denier’s blade.

“Hey! What are you doing?!”

Valdemar rushed to my side and pointed an accusing finger at Denier.

“Raon asked me to keep watch over you, so I thought it’d be a walk in the park, but what is this?!”

He unleashed a roar so violent it shook the entire city, questioning what Raon could possibly be thinking.

“….”

Denier had nothing to say. Without even glancing at Valdemar, he firmly subdued Martha and cradled her in his left arm.

-That fool actually proved useful.

Wrath sighed, acknowledging that Valdemar’s simple-mindedness had saved them from the worst outcome.

“Ugh….”

I watched King Lecross coughing up stale blood with a pallid complexion, my eyes narrowing.

‘The healing isn’t progressing as smoothly as I’d hoped.’

Denier hadn’t merely pierced him with a blade—he’d left behind a potent blood energy embedded deep within King Lecross’s body. Even drawing upon the sacred light blooming from darkness, the wounds refused to close properly.

‘There’s no choice.’

I’d have to use everything.

I channeled every ounce of sacred light blooming from darkness, pouring it directly into King Lecross’s wounds.
With my trait ascending to ten stars, the quantity and quality of sacred power had increased enough that I could finally erase King Lecross’s injuries.

“Haa… haa….”

King Lecross’s consciousness finally returned as he breathed heavily, spitting out the blood pooling in his mouth.

“I’m… I’m sorry….”

He looked like someone who’d been snatched back from the brink of death, his eyes devoid of focus.

King Lecross’s breathing had stabilized, but his condition remained dire. He wouldn’t be fit for combat.

“No. I’m the one who should apologize.”

I ground my teeth as I watched Denier strangle Martha with his forearm.

“I couldn’t stop him.”

Carelessness. If I had suspected Denier was truly an enemy and kept him in check, I might have prevented this catastrophe.

Martha’s absolute trust in Denier and my own pathetic desire to believe in the Zigheart I loved had brought about this disaster—there was no exaggeration in that assessment.

“Aaaaaaaah!”

With the White Blood Cult Master’s furious roar, Larian was sent flying and crashed into the rubble of a collapsed building.

“Damn it!”

Larian discarded her dagger with its broken blade, her brow furrowing.

“Haaah….”

The White Blood Cult Master pulled the Neck Wheel Sword embedded in her throat and circulated her blood energy. The wounds carved across her entire body began to heal slowly. It was regeneration and recovery through blood energy.

“I received your call and have returned.”

Denier moved behind the White Blood Cult Master, knelt, and bowed his head.

“I honestly didn’t expect it.”

The White Blood Cult Master twisted her lips as she watched flesh filling in the hole pierced through her chest.

“That I would use you today.”

She glared at me and Larian as if still in disbelief, her nose bridge wrinkling.

“It was fortunate that I prepared a secret signal in advance.”

The White Blood Cult Master spat out the blood pooled in her mouth, saying she had survived thanks to it.

“A secret signal? Could it be that signal was….”

I parted my trembling lips as I looked at the White Blood Cult Master and Denier.

“Was it ‘Wara’?”

The White Blood Cult Master had shouted ‘Wara!’ to herself, Larian, and King Lecross when facing death’s door.

I had found it slightly odd that the White Blood Cult Master wasn’t fleeing as before and was instead choosing to fight head-on, but I never imagined that word was a code name for Denier.

“That’s right.”

The White Blood Cult Master wiped away her cleansed skin and nodded. However, fish-like scales were sprouting across the back of her hands and arms.

“It was a code word I prepared to stab Glen Zigheart from behind, but I never expected to use it in front of you all. Impressive.”

Despite her words of acknowledgment, her black eyes blazed with genuine fury, tinged with crimson killing intent.

‘I couldn’t react because of that word.’

Had it been a statement that didn’t fit the situation, I would have grown suspicious, but since I was preparing for the final confrontation, I instead became completely absorbed in the battle before me.
Reluctant as I am to admit it, the code word’s preparation was flawless.

“What is that creature’s true identity?”

Raon asked, looking not at the White Blood Cult Master but at Denier.

“That child is the thirteenth. The thirteenth Apostle of our school.”

The White Blood Cult Master gently stroked Denier’s head as if it was now fine to speak.

“The 13th Apostle was Denier…?”

Raon bit his lip, never having considered that the 13th Apostle, whom the 2nd Apostle had said moved as they died, was Denier.

“From the beginning. The thirteenth is a child I created and raised myself.”
“Created and raised?”
“You made and raised it yourself?”

Denier is Glen’s biological son. Even if we accept that he raised him, he couldn’t understand what was meant by saying he “made” him.

“….”

Denier simply gazed at the White Blood Cult Master with serene eyes, showing no intention of speaking.

“It’s unfortunate that I must use the hidden blade meant for Glen’s heart here, but I will ensure you all perish without question.”

As the White Blood Cult Master stepped into a sacred stance and pressed her palms together, a colossal form of a blood deity materialized behind her.
It was different from what I had witnessed at the Eden Branch, and different still from what I had seen at the Nambuk Alliance.

Roooooaaaaarrrrr!

The blood deity loomed so immensely it seemed capable of toppling the White Blood Cult Headquarters itself, its arms and hands bristling with an ever-multiplying arsenal of weapons, while the radiant halo erupting from its back blazed with such brilliant luminescence it appeared ready to eclipse the sun.
A torrent of mighty blood energy began surging through the crumbling White Blood Sect, reinvigorating it.

“Uooooooooooh!”
“The Cult Leader has returned!”
“Blood Deity incarnate!”
“White Blood shall never be erased!”

At the descent of the near-perfected Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara, the White Blood Sect devotees wept with their palms pressed together, their eyes ablaze with fervent madness.
Both body and spirit entranced by the White Blood Cult Master, they surrendered entirely to her will.

“Ah….”
“Is… is that the blood deity?”
“It’s a monster….”
“How are we supposed to overcome something like that!”
“Your Majesty….”

Meanwhile, the warriors of Zigheart and Owen who had pushed deep into the headquarters trembled with fear as they beheld the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara that seemed to touch the heavens and King Lecross, who gasped for breath from his wounds.

“Hehe.”

The White Blood Cult Master looked down upon Raon and Larian with satisfaction at the reversed tide of battle, her lips curling into a smile.

“Today will be….”

I felt the oppressive weight of blood energy crushing down upon my entire body, my lips pressing firmly together.

“Truly formidable indeed.”

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“D-Denier betrayed us?”

Karun’s jaw trembled as he watched Denier reflected in the blue spear.

“How is this possible!”

He clutched his head with both hands, unable to comprehend what he was witnessing.

“Denier….”

Sheryl’s shock gave way to fury, and she clenched her fists so tightly that blood dripped from her palms.

“Heh….”

Roen’s eyes widened, his characteristic hollow laugh completely absent.

“D-Denier, sir?”
“Why. Why would you betray us?”
“This is unbelievable. Not just anyone, but the direct line—the Head of House’s own son!”

The swordsmen of Zigheart who remained expressed profound betrayal and sorrow toward Denier, who had stabbed King Lecross and kidnapped Martha.

“Haaah….”

Glen gazed at Denier’s sunken eyes and exhaled a sigh so deep it felt as though the ground itself was collapsing.

‘When did he make his move?’

The Denier I saw before falling into the Demonic State and the Denier I observed after regaining consciousness were no different at all.

Though he had the weakness of appearing incompetent as a leader due to his lack of decisiveness, his inherently virtuous nature and his care for his subordinates had earned him my trust as much as Karun’s. I never imagined such a result would come to pass.

‘Was he not incompetent, but merely pretending to be?’

How?

Seeing how Denier had casually evaded Raon’s sword strike, it was clear he was a transcendent being—and a high-ranking one at that. I couldn’t fathom how he’d concealed his power so completely that it escaped my perception.

‘Is it not power itself, but some other ability?’

Before sending reinforcements, I’d examined Derus Robert’s emotions and power just to be sure, yet I’d sensed nothing amiss. I had no idea what the White Blood Cult Master had done to her own son.

[Damn it!]

Chamber’s irritated voice echoed from within the blue spear.

[What is this! What the hell is Denier doing!]

She ground her teeth, unable to comprehend the situation.

“I’m sorry. I’ve ruined everything you all prepared….”

Glen Zigheart hung his head, at a loss for words.

[Skip the apologies for later! This isn’t the time to worry about that!]

Chamber shook her head, insisting this wasn’t the moment to assign blame to Denier.

[We need to capture the White Blood Cult Master first. If we let her slip away here, everything falls apart!]

She frowned, noting that the balance of the Five Emperors could tip in the opposite direction.

[King Lecross is severely wounded, Larian is exhausted, and Raon is spent. Can you do it?]

Chamber lifted her eyes with conviction, stating that Glen Zigheart was the only one capable of moving right now.

“I’m sorry, but….”

Glen Zigheart exhaled sharply as he looked toward Chamber.

“I cannot move from here.”
[What? Why!]

Chamber’s jaw trembled as confusion washed over her.

[Derus is blocking that madman! If the Heavenly Demon were to arrive….]
“No.”

Glen turned his gaze toward the window where pale sunlight was fading. He shook his head, sensing the rough, crimson aura rising from behind Bekmang Mountain as if calling out to him.

“He’s already here.”

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Kuguguguguguuu!

The White Blood Cult Master swelled the aura of the Mara Blood-Eating Avalokitesvara even more, as if determined to wither and kill the entirety of Zigheart and Owen.
Merely being exposed to that overwhelming blood energy made the body grow heavy, and a crushing pain pressed down upon the soul.

‘This is….’

I furrowed my brow as I observed the Blood Ghosts aligning behind the White Blood Cult Master.

‘I can’t see a way out.’

King Lecross was wounded and unable to exert his full strength, Larian had exhausted all the artifacts she’d prepared for the White Blood Cult Master, and I myself was drained from opening the Sword Realm.
I had no idea how to stop the White Blood Cult Master, Denier, and the fanatics obsessed with them.

“It’s… it’s fine….”

King Lecross lifted his sword with blood-soaked hands.

“I can still fight.”

He declared the wound manageable and burned an aura befitting the name of the Five Emperors.

“Experiments rarely succeed on the first try anyway….”

Larian floated a magical dagger above her head and drew out a staff that looked as though it had been twisted from wood, striking it against the ground.

“If you’re a mage, you keep trying until you succeed.”

She nodded with the determination of a true mage, showing no sign of surrender.

Whoooooosh!

A blue dimensional rift tore open between the two who had steeled their resolve, and Chamber burst through.

“Chamber?”

Raon’s eyes widened at the sight of her.

“I’m sorry I’m not your Grandfather.”

Chamber closed her eyes briefly, then opened them. It seemed Glen Zigheart couldn’t make the journey.

“It’s fine. I work better with those two anyway.”

She smiled reassuringly, a lollipop between her lips.

“So Glen Zigheart won’t be coming.”

The White Blood Cult Master smirked, as if nothing could trouble her now.

“Even if a few more wingless insects have crawled in, the outcome won’t change.”

She scoffed, sensing Chamber’s exhausted state.

‘No.’

I shook my head, assessing King Lecross, Larian, and Chamber.

‘If Chamber came, then it’s not entirely hopeless.’

Two of them weren’t at full strength, but the same was true for the White Blood Cult Master.

‘Even if she healed her wounds, the injuries themselves must still linger.’

The White Blood Cult Master had recovered her physical wounds completely, but her internal damage surely remained.

‘And she’s probably exhausted a lot of her strength as well.’

The White Blood Cult Master had consumed vast amounts of stamina and blood energy simultaneously while healing her wounds and fighting.
Though summoning the Blood God had genuinely strengthened her combat power, even she couldn’t sustain it for much longer.

‘If only there were just one more transcendent….’

I was shaking my head, wishing for another transcendent, when—

BOOM!

A terrifying aura erupted from the direction of the Castle Wall, and something wrapped in white blood energy crashed into the building behind me.

“Ugh….”

The figure crawling out from the rubble was the First Apostle. His ribs were so badly exposed that they were visible as he gasped for breath.

“Cult Master! Please, I….”

The First Apostle was crawling toward the White Blood Cult Master on bleeding knees when—

SLASH!

A white line was drawn across the First Apostle’s neck, and his head tumbled to the ground like a ball kicked by children. It was a dimensional blade that transcended distance.

Whoosh!

Aris descended above the headless corpse of the First Apostle, blue aura streaming from her form.

“I came to help since something so pathetic was in view.”

Aris nodded, explaining that the moment she saw the White Blood Cult Master summon the Blood God, she had opened the Sword Realm and cut down the First Apostle.

“But….”

She lowered her left eyebrow as she looked at Denier standing behind the White Blood Cult Master.

“Why is my brother here looking like some dyed thug?”

Aris tilted her head, unable to comprehend the situation.

“Denier Zigheart has betrayed us.”

I lowered my gaze toward Aris. I hadn’t wanted to tell her this, especially given the deep wounds she carried, but there was no choice.

“Betrayed…?”

Aris looked in turn at King Lecross, who bore a wound from being stabbed in the back, and then at Denier standing behind the White Blood Cult Master. Her lips trembled.

“That damned bastard….”

As if recalling what Seif had done, a crimson aura blazed across her eyes.

“I’ll kill him myself. I can never forgive….”
“No.”

I stepped forward, blocking Aris’s path as she lunged toward Denier.

“Aunt, please hold back the White Blood Cult Master together with the others.”

I pointed toward the White Blood Cult Master, who wore a mocking smile as she watched us.

“I will cut down that traitor myself.”

As I released the icy rage that had sunk to the depths of my soul, blue frost bloomed like snow flowers, beginning to push back the blood energy that filled heaven and earth.

“As quickly and painfully as possible.”

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